Someone flicked the switch in my corner of the world – Spring has sprung in a big way. A week ago, the lingering threat of snow clouded over us. Today, the trees are have quickly gone from barren to blooming. Grass is green and lush. Children are finally playing out in the streets, having triumphantly shed those cumbersome winter coats.
It is the breakneck speed at which my garden has come to life is my favourite part of this drastic, and badly needed, change in weather.
Digging, weeding and uncovering all of this life from six months of hibernation is my little ritual. On the first truly “nice” weekend every year I officially put myself outside, in the sun, a kind of awakening, ushering in the spring and summer months. I cover myself in an inch of sunblock, don my gloves, dig out my little weeding tool and my pruners, slip into those shoes I don’t mind getting muddy – and I gladly get to work.
My little gardening habit seemed to fit nicely with this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge theme. Standing in the dirt, looking down at all the happy little faces of my tulips and primrose. They seemed to be smiling up at me, greeting me after a long absence….it was all I could do to grab my camera.
These early spring blooms are the first eager participants in what will be a fantastic parade of various flowers and plants for the next 6 months. They are a reward, a pat on the back for being patient with winter. The site of these brilliant colours is like a handshake – a welcoming of this brilliant new season.
I think this will be a very good “growing year”, indeed.
It is easy to complain and moan about winter. It is easy to wish for warm days and the lazy heat of summer.
Though my feet may be cold as I trudge through the snow, I cannot turn back. Besides, I have perfected the art of firmly wrapping my scarf around my neck to keep the bitter wind off my skin. My lens frosts over in the most annoying way…but I can do my best to keep it clear.
It would be easy to stay inside and lock myself away from the chills. As I am still recovering from a cold, part of me thinks I should not be outside such a frosty day. But then I would not delight in finding the tiniest of treasures and frozen details.